Monthly Archives: September 2017

And Rain

Unfold his heart, and You will find a poem Unpack the poem, and You will read his mind Unriffle his mind, and Walk through rain-forests Unhide those forests, and Meet his memories Unclench the memories, and There she is: soft and warm, like rain and rain and rain (Simon)

Summer

It had been a whole new sweetness To find him at his desk Half-turned from the sultry lamp Over books, drafts, copies poised His face sloped into light A rapt immobility above the tireless pen Outside, the night lay on grass Upon soft quiet clusters Trees, tactile against the sky, were Ruffled out to the […]